Chala Rasta espiritu

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Brothers, black and white
await redemption,
with me, count on me,
I am wherever you want
there goes my heart.
A little sweet willow,
battered and broken
but at last a heart.
I am the son of the river, brother of the tree, compadre of the sun...
and I escaped, I followed the smell of the grass
br/>passing breeze, scar of pain,
the joy that I lack
I search tirelessly in a song..
a certain peaceful bed that protects me from God himself..
No There is no room in the world
not even a second of clarity,
thick thistles cover even the fields of friendship,
everything that is lost never comes back...
everything that It is lost, it does not come back again...
Oh...! everything that is lost does not come back...
Your hand, show me your hand,
the lines do not speak, of a reincarnation,
not of the future, no, neither of echoes nor of death, not
they only show present, make the most of it...
I am the son of the river, brother of the tree, compadre of the sun...
and I escaped, I followed the smell of the grass
passing breeze, scar of pain,
the joy that I lack
I search tirelessly in a song..
a certain peaceful bed that protects me from God himself..
There is no place in the world
not even a second of clarity,
thick thistles cover even the fields of friendship,
everything that is lost never comes back...
everything What is lost does not come back...
Oh...! everything that is lost does not come back!!!...
Spirit, who haunts our home
make sure there is no shortage of firewood
don't let the heat go away...
Spirit, who haunts our home
make sure that there is no shortage of firewood
that the heat does not go away...
(spoken)
Spirits, blessed souls and angels that haunt our home abode,
we do not ask you for wealth, nor abundance, much less glory
we only ask that we do not lack firewood so that the heat does not go away.
We need all those throats join in the same cry,
even if they are your first words of spirit.
No matter the way, there are songs that are out of tune,
they sound more beautiful than well sung.
Spirit! !!!!
Spirit, who haunts our home
make sure there is no shortage of firewood
don't let the heat go away... (x3)

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